The adults' typical deceptive behavior definitely wouldn't fool Kyle, but it wasn't entirely without gain; at least they had frightened Ron and Ginny quite a bit. Especially Ron, who had been quite interested when the topic first came up. He was eagerly listening, wanting to gather some experience for the upcoming school year. But the more he listened, the worse his expression became.

Trolls, ghosts, sphinxes, and the like were one thing; although ridiculous, as long as he could just turn and run when the time came, he should still have a chance to survive. After all, the professors at Hogwarts weren't just for show. But what about dragons?

They're magical creatures at the level of XXXXX; even an adult wizard might not survive an encounter, let alone an eleven-year-old wizard. By the time the professors finished their spells, he would probably have already been blown to ashes by a sneeze. Is this really school?

Ron felt utterly hopeless; he even had a momentary urge to run away from home. He didn't want to go to Hogwarts anymore—he really didn't want to; he just wanted to live. Ginny next to him wasn't doing much better. Her little face was pale, and her once beautiful red hair had dulled quite a bit.

"What's wrong, Ginny?" Kyle asked with concern as he noticed her state. "Why aren't you eating? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no." Ginny clearly didn't want to admit in front of her family that she was frightened. Seeing Kyle look at her, she hurriedly shook her head. "I just ate enough."

At nine years old, a little girl doesn't have much of an appetite, and after having eaten almost half a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans earlier, Ginny had indeed eaten quite a bit. She was about eighty percent full, in that state where it didn't matter whether she ate more or not, but the sudden topic of the Sorting Ceremony had completely drained her remaining appetite.

"Is that so? That's a shame." Kyle shrugged it off, standing up calmly and moving the untouched grilled fish in front of Ginny onto his own plate.

Grilled fish is different from other food; if left too long, it loses a lot of its flavor, which would be a pity; he might as well eat it himself. It's also worth mentioning that Mrs. Weasley's grilled fish is excellent, a hidden talent she rarely shows. But because she has to take care of a whole family, dealing with fish bones is quite a hassle, so generally, they can only taste Mrs. Weasley's skill during important holidays.

Of course, part of the reason is that fish is relatively expensive in the magical world. But in any case, Kyle had been craving it for a long time, so he certainly wouldn't let this delicious dish go to waste. Ginny knew this too, but she didn't stop him.

She had originally wanted to save the grilled fish to enjoy slowly at the end, but after learning that she would have to face a dragon in two years, she no longer had the mood to eat, only able to watch with heartache as Kyle stuffed the grilled fish that belonged to her into his mouth. Finally, she just turned her head away to avoid seeing it.

Meanwhile, Fred and George next to them also sighed in unison. They had been eyeing that grilled fish for a long time too, but Kyle's movements were too quick; they didn't even have the chance to grab it. The unwilling twins then turned their gaze to Ron.

Unfortunately, Ron didn't have Ginny's habit; his grilled fish had long turned into bones, and he had picked it clean; a Flobberworm could have slipped on it.

"What's wrong, Ron? Are you afraid of dragons?" Fred squinted his eyes, masking his true intentions while still showing rare concern for Ron's current state, patting him on the shoulder and comforting him. "Don't worry; dragons are only for one year; by the time you enroll, it should be another magical creature."

"I think it will be spiders," George immediately added. "I've seen them in the Forbidden Forest; they're about the same size as goblins. Maybe Hagrid is preparing them for the Sorting Ceremony."

"No!" Ron was completely thrown off. The panic in his eyes began to soar, and instinctively, he threw down his utensils, screaming as he ran back to the Burrow.

It was evident that Ron was genuinely scared; he didn't even notice how mischievous the twins were laughing while he escaped. However, the twins didn't escape without consequences.

"George, why were you in the Forbidden Forest?" Mrs. Weasley keenly pointed out the crux of the issue, looking sternly at the twins. "I don't recall Hogwarts allowing first-years into the Forbidden Forest."

"Mom, I can explain..." Fred and George tried to run, but being only in the second grade, they clearly weren't a match for Mrs. Weasley and were quickly caught.

What followed was the familiar scene of maternal kindness and filial piety. Though this scene had played out countless times over the past eleven years, Kyle still watched with great interest, and his appetite improved quite a bit.

Kyle had no doubt that the twins had been in the Forbidden Forest, but the spider thing was probably just a scare tactic for Ron, who didn't expect it to accidentally hit the mark. After all, the Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest wasn't exactly a cute little creature harmless to humans; if they had really encountered one, they would probably be settling down in the Forbidden Forest by now.

Moreover, Kyle remembered that the Acromantula's lair was deep in the Forbidden Forest; Fred and George wouldn't have run that far. The twins weren't Harry Potter; they enjoyed pranks, not courting death.

About twenty minutes later, dinner was nearly over. Although there had been a few small interruptions, it could still be considered a delightful gathering. At least Kyle was happy.

After tidying up the dining table, Percy went upstairs to review his homework. Ron, carrying a small bag and wanting to run away from home, had been caught right in the act and had now taken the twins' place, being chased around the yard by Mrs. Weasley.

Mr. Weasley and Chris had moved to another spot to continue their conversation.

"Chris, you were too exaggerated just now," Mr. Weasley said, full of regret. "It's just the Sorting Ceremony; how could there be a dragon? Little Kyle is so smart; he must know we are lying to him."

"No, Arthur, you’re wrong. In fact, this plan was doomed to fail from the start." Chris shook his head, somewhat helplessly. "Kyle has been spending at least two months with Professor Scamander every year since he was three; do you think he would be afraid of trolls and sphinxes?

Also, Arthur, did you forget that Kyle has the last name Jorba?"

“Uh…” Mr. Weasley was instantly stunned, scratching his head awkwardly. "You mean he can communicate with magical creatures just like you?"

"Of course," Chris nodded. "So he can't possibly be afraid of sphinxes; it's probably only dragons that would make him feel nervous."

Mr. Weasley looked at Chris with a hint of envy and said, "What a magical ability! If only I could communicate with those Muggle items too."

"???"

Chris was momentarily speechless, chuckling dryly. "Actually, it's not as exaggerated as you think. This ability is limited to magical creatures only; ordinary animals like mice, toads, and owls don't work; you can only rely on experience to guess their meanings."

Chris's meaning was clear; even if Mr. Weasley one day used some strange magic to change his last name to Jorba, he could only have a few words with things like Floo Powder or the Golden Snitch. As for toasters or cars… give it up; it's impossible, don’t even think about it!